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Cyrus, or rather his knot, became the focus of a lot of conversations during the days after his meeting with Lyle, who was well known as the number one size queen of the shipping yard. But Cyrus didn't care at all about the flirtatious offers from others eager to see for themselves what the lupogryph was packing.

"You've got one-itis for that silly lion," Bobby told Cyrus during a short pause in the action while a barge was negotiating the final few yards to dock and be locked into place. The bear chuckled. "Was he really that good? The way you're pining over him, I'd swear that he was your first!"

Being a virgin was a charge that most young males could not stand, no matter the circumstances. "No, I've been with plenty of guys! Shut up!" Cyrus snapped his gaze to the bear and flared out his wings. He'd been staring intently across the yard at where Lyle was supposed to be. While Lyle was not the type to faint away at well-deserved ribbing, he'd taken time off of work for being sick the past few days and Cyrus feared the lion had quit. "It's just...Damn it, Bobby. I can't stop thinking about him."

"Well, you were stuck in him...I mean, in there with him for a long time. Maybe you had one of those 'bonding experiences'?"

"I can't stop thinking about him, especially now that he's not coming to work." His wings folded down to their usual position, and Cyrus rubbed his eyes. "He isn't going to his gym anymore either." His wolf's snout wrinkled up, as if to cry. "I don't know what to do."

Bobby laughed. "You need to fuck someone else, that's what you should do. There's nothing special about that wrinkled old cat. Go to the bathroom on the south side, the one where the stalls have numbers and there's a locker in the corner. There's a glory hole between the stalls."

"A what?"

"Are...are you joking? A glory hole. A hole in the stall of the shitter. Guys who want to give someone a good time wait in the first stall, guys like you who need to bust a nut go into the second stall and stick their dicks through the hole and enjoy what happens next." The bear patted the lupogryph' shoulder. "Are you sure Lyle didn't take your virginity, kid? How old ARE you?"

Cyrus returned the pat to the shoulder, though it was more of a slap. "Shut up. I knew that. Yeah...yeah, maybe that's a good idea. It's in the south bathroom? I never heard that."

"That's because it's not exactly advertised on the bulletin board, you know? Just like Jimmy dealing speed isn't officially announced in the weekly updates. If he's in there, by the way, just turn around and walk out. You don't need to be mixed in with any of that. But if the coast is clear, just go into stall two especially if there's someone in stall one. Then...enjoy. It'll take your mind off of Lyle."

The barge finished docking which meant there was work to be done. Larger groups assembled and the usual chatter commenced. They discussed how sore they felt after working hard, how much they disliked certain managers, how little they were being paid, and what they'd do with their pay when the weekend came; the same conversations that happened almost every day.

Cyrus said very little as he tried to fall into a rhythm of working. All his thoughts swirled around Lyle: the lion's scent, the sound of his voice, the feel of his fur, that beautiful time they spent locked together in the shipping container...would Lyle be angry forever? Was there something that could be done to win the lion back?

The next half-hour break finally came around. Cyrus tried to look natural heading to the south bathroom. He opened the door and peeked in, wary of Jimmy. But since the dealer wasn't there, and someone was very obviously occupying stall number one, the lupogryph came in and nervously walked past the first stall and into the second, locking the door and wringing his paws together before fumbling with his overall clasps.

"Someone there?" He tentatively put a finger through the hole. There was a low rumbling moan and the sounds of someone turning in the next stall, and a wall of fur pressed against his finger. It kept sliding past until he felt his finger hook around what had to be a short, stubby tail. The hole was big enough so he could pull a lot of the tail back through. Short and brown, it looked like it might belong to a bear.

The moaning repeated as Cyrus caught a hold of the tail and squeezed it. "I need it," said a low, rumbling voice. "I need it bad."

Cyrus took down his pants and pushed against the tail with his quickly hardening shaft. Maybe Bobby had been right. As if the bear tail wasn't enough of a clue, the scent gave Bobby away. "Oh well," thought Cyrus to himself. "At least I know he wants it. And he could be right about everything." The tail disappeared back through the hole, and the lupogryph plunged his cock after it; there was the sound of more maneuvering in the next stall, and a familiar feel of a soft fleshy ring pressed on the tip of Cyrus's dick.

Bobby took most of the gryph's length right inside without more than a soft squeaking moan. "Nice, oh, that's so nice," he moaned. He squeezed down hard, which made Cyrus flare up inside the bear.

"Do I still wish it was Lyle?" Cyrus asked himself as Bobby humped his shaft like a pro. "Just gotta...go all the way. I'll get over him." He felt his knot threatening to plump up, and he squeezed it through the hole between the stalls before it could swell up large enough to prevent it. "Take that if you can," he said out loud. "Bobby. Go all the way."

There was a pleased squeal, and then a less enthusiastic "Harrrumph. Damn it, this is bigger than I thought it'd be, Cyrus. Your cock is gigantic. Push against the wall as much as you can and I'll get your knot too, don't you worry. Lyle's got nothing on THIS bear!"

But suddenly the bathroom door flew open. "Cyrus! I know you're in here. We need to talk."

Cyrus's ears flagged to attention and he spread his wings out, brushing against the walls of the stall. "Lyle! Lyle, is that you?"

Several padded footsteps later, the stall door was kicked open and there stood the handsome lion. His scent washed over Cyrus, just as Bobby had managed to get the lupogryphon's half-inflated knot all the way inside. The combination of the musk and the sight of his beloved lion made the lupogryph's cock throb and swell to full size in an instant.

This made the poor bear start to whimper. "Damn it! Oooh, damn it, too big! Too big! Pull out!"

"Bobby? I should have known." Lyle shook his head and then laughed. "Serves you right. You're gonna get knocked up by Cyrus here, like he got me."

Cyrus and Bobby both said "What?" It was almost enough to shock Cyrus back down to a manageable size...almost.

"Bobby, didn't you ever wonder why you'd never run into any wolf gryphons before? He's one of those new gravomo breeds. Stuck a few kiddos inside of me, probably going to be leaving you with some too."

Cyrus hadn't said anything since he had gotten a good look at the lion, who was sporting a huge belly. "Gravomo? I've never heard of that."

"It's Latin. Some medical term. Someone in your family was one of those DigiPokermans, right? They screw each other even if they're not the same type, and mix and match somehow and all crap out some eggs?"

"I...I don't know about that! I know my grandpappy was an Arcanine and on the other side, there was a Kokatorimon."

"That settles it. You idiot...how could you NOT KNOW that if you stayed up someone's ass long enough, you could knock them up? I've got a litter of five on the way, you dumbass."

"Our kids? Lyle! That's why you haven't been to work? You're gonna have our kids!?"

The lion hissed. "I don't see what the fuck you're so happy about. I'm gonna get child support from you somehow. I can't get maternity leave since I'm a guy, which is BS but I'll make sure you pay your share. Don't you worry about that. My shot at being a professional bodybuilder is fucked to hell now, you feather-brained wolf." He stalked to the bathroom door.

"Wait! Wait, Lyle!" Cyrus tugged on Bobby through the glory hole, which caused a great deal of shouting from the bear.

"Please, stop...stop pulling!" The bear yelled, and Cyrus stopped. After a moment's reflection, Bobby started pulling forward. "On second thought, pull, pull out! Please, pull out! I don't wanna be pregnant!"

"Lyle's gonna have my cubs," Cyrus said to himself. He grinned as his knot plumped up even further.

"Arrrrgh! No no NO NO NO!" Bobby stood and surged forward, a rampage fueled by panic and sheer bear power. He managed to pull down and collapse the walls of the stalls, and snapped the cheap particle board that separated him from his current partner.

"Whoa there, calm down Bobby! I can't get--Stop! STOP!"

Bobby ran forward on all fours, forcing Cyrus to jog after him with his wings flapping as if trying to take off, his hands on the back of the bear's hips pushing to try to free himself. Lyle was left off to the side, making Cyrus all the more desperate to separate himself from the bear. But the squeezing pressure inside the bear as well as the news about Lyle's expectation of five, cubs...FIVE! It was too much to withstand.

It brought him to a climax just as Bobby brought both of them into full view of a crew of mechanics and maintenance staff, much to the mirth of everyone. Cyrus became even more of a legend at the shipping yard, in addition to being destined to be a family man twice over. He just needed to figure out how he was going to pay for all these mouths to feed. "Or beaks," he mused to himself. "I wonder if they'll have beaks, like Grandpa H? And wings? Gosh, I love you Lyle."

"Oh noooooooo!" Bobby covered his face and moaned.